Bakery

They should just sell the cookie dough as is, really. There’s no reason to go through with this whole baking facade. We all want it Raw. Not hard and course. Not crunchy. We like the things that melt warmly and soft on our tongues, the things that are gushing life and depth. Love is best left alone. I only want your fingers kneading my flesh. Delicate little licks, quick and soft. Long and steady thrusts. It’s not worth spending all that time working on something to end only half baked. Convince me I’m wrong.